Chapter 396

Jonas covered his head, and the Nord man opposite asked with concern, "are you ok?"

"It's a headache. By the way, my name is Jonas white hill. What's your name? "

"Larov, larov of Ximu. My home is not far from here. Well, it's a good place to die in my hometown. Hey, where are you from? It's time for you to cross the border and get caught. Are you from cyrodier? "

"Maybe." Jonas looked down at himself. His strong body, a ragged black robe, could not be seen. The wolf shoes on his feet had broken a few holes, revealing his dirty toes. He felt that there was something wrong with his chest. He touched it with his bound hand, which seemed to be a square pendant.

He has forgotten a lot, but he knows the power he has. Although he is a prisoner now, if he wants to escape, no one can stop him.

Jonas quietly broke the hemp rope around his wrist, and the three people in the same car were almost staring out of their eyes. Larov smacked his lips and winked at the boy to do him a favor.

Jonas didn't respond. He just leaned back in his chair to relax.

Another Brighton was impatient. He was not good-looking. His skin was brown and black, his hair was red and his cheeks were purple. Once he got emotional, he would be possessed by evil spirits. His head ached. "Help me, or I'll report you!"

The imperial soldier turned his head again. For the first time, he found that Jonas's rope was loose. Just as he wanted to shout, he was hit in the face by Jonas's calming skill. He turned his head silently and continued to drive.

Larov uttered a contradictory cry between disgust and joy, "a magician, great."

Jonas glanced at him, and larov gave a nervous smile. "Don't get me wrong, I can see you are a good man, but you know, the name of magician is always stinky."

"I'm from the Department of destruction, not the Department of magic."

"Why did you get caught?" The Brighton sneered.

"If you don't shut up, I'll give you a good time." Jonas wasn't even going to look him in the eye.

"Oh, the Holy Spirit is up. Tell me, I will die if I resist, and I will die if I don't..." The Brighton man showed his teeth and was so ugly that he forgot himself.

They bickered all the way. Jonas never really started on the Brayton horse thief. Except for brother ufrick, who was in a daze, the rest of the three guys chatted with each other and began to recall their lives and laugh together.

"Jonas, where did you spend your childhood?"

"It should be in Cyrodil. I still remember the appearance of the White Gold pagoda. It's magnificent."

"The capital of the imperial bastards, no matter how grand it is, it's not a good thing! Don't sit in that position without that backbone! " Larov never forgets to sneer. He is very mean. But in fact, he is an open-minded man. He is very optimistic about the disaster he will face. "Songjiade is waiting for me."

"Tell me, are you sure?" The horse thief muttered, "you let us go when you run."

Jonas turned to look at him and laughed, "if I save you, what should I do if I save other storm cloak soldiers? If you want me to say that, I'd better watch you die. "

Larov said seriously, "don't care about us. Please take your highness huvrick out."

"Is that good for me? Mr. horse thief said that the wind helmet City, your base camp, has been captured by the iron torrent of Baron Dillo. In the final analysis, you are just a group of wandering soldiers who have no value. "

"The people of the sky will never surrender."

"Ha ha ha, come on." Jonas didn't believe it.

After that, everyone was silent. Larov's face was mournful. The expression of the horse thief was still ugly. Ufferik was still in the melancholy state of looking up at the sky at a 45 degree angle.

The long prison convoy slowly and successively drove into the wide gate of Helgen. This town is the barrier of the southern part of the skyline province. It stands on the main road leading to the center of the skyline. It can be said that it is an important town. Thousands of imperial soldiers guard it. Although it is not difficult to attack and easy to defend, it is also tight enough. Unless a dragon suddenly flies over to destroy it, the prisoners will never die It could have escaped.

Larov sighed, "it's ridiculous. When I saw these walls when I was a child, I felt very safe, but now I just feel ironic."

The horse thief began to tremble. His eyes were on the verge of collapse.

Jonas was still languid. "When the army no longer guards the people, when power overwhelms conscience, we should understand that it's time to sacrifice our blood and sweat for the innocent."

"Who told you that?"

Jonas blurted out, "sir." Then he felt a huge loss explode from the bottom of his heart, as if he had stuffed a whole bag of flour in the ink bottle, his thinking became stagnant and confused, "no, no, no, it's me, I think it myself."

"Oh, here we are."

The motorcade stops at the edge of the open-air execution ground. The executioner with a bloody axe stands beside the stone platform. This is the guillotine. At that time, the prisoner is kneeling on the ground and his head is pressed on the stone. When the executioner comes down with an axe, his head will fly out and fall into a wooden frame in front of the stone. The blood from his neck can dye a large piece of sand red in front of him.There were many archers standing on the wall and on the lookout tower. Their eyes were cold and insidious. In the corner of the execution ground, there were several priests, some muttering to themselves, some looking around in boredom. They were responsible for praying to the prisoners. A Nord female inspector with a tall Nord clerk came to the motorcade and ordered the prisoners to get out of the car.

Every prisoner is registered. They come from all parts of the sky. They are all Nords. They come from all parts of the sky. There are men and women. Among the storm cloaks, the proportion of female soldiers is much higher than that of the imperial army. Because many adult men's lives have been taken away by successive years of war, the storm cloaks leaders led by wufrick have to ask the Nords to put on their armor and carry their weapons Take up arms.

Jonas shakes his hands when he gets off the bus, which frightens the people around him. They pull out their swords and bows together. At the command of the captain, they will split the Brighton into paste.

The female officer frowned and ordered to a soldier beside her, "go and catch him."

Jonas was about to say something when he suddenly felt that his heart had missed a beat. He was a little flustered and gazed at chongtianjiao peak in the distance. In the depth of the clouds, there was a little shadow floating.

From afar came a long dragon howl, which had not been heard in the sky for thousands of years, so that everyone was at a loss.

"What's that sound?"

Female officer: "don't worry. Arrest that boy first."

Next, in the shock of everyone's expression, Jonas floated gently and flew into the air.

The female officer roared, "it's the mage! The archers shoot

Larov suddenly roared, "brothers of storm cloak, fight!" He took the lead and rushed to the female officer, intending to fight against steel and blade with his bound hands.

The execution ground suddenly fell into chaos, and the horse thief turned around and ran away.

In the sky, the Dragon howls again. A huge, solemn and beautiful black dragon flies down in the clouds and hits Helgen's biggest fortress. The earth trembles. He looks at Jonas in the air. He can't hurt him by flying arrows. His magnificent eyes are as majestic as a torch.

"Dovahkiin!"

with the roar of the black dragon, the sky was covered with dim clouds, and the huge meteorite was smashed like a raging rain, and Helgen turned into scorched earth in an instant.

The Devourer of the world, oduin!